Fighting with the clock

Well for sake of doing my homework I am back. Once again it is my second most dreaded day of the week, Sunday. Monday tops it off with being the worst, and I would say Wednesday follows that. Nothing exciting happens on those days. I mean granted there's no school on Sunday but it's always the day you need most for recovery from the weekend and then you look at your assignment book and see that there is not even time for anything but homework. Somehow it always works out that way even if I do homework on Saturday, there's always even more to do on Sunday. And then there's those times where I just don't do it at all. Those Sundays are the best, but then the Mondays are the worst.

Anyway a good thing about today is that it is NOT snowing (knock on wood). Even though it is cloudy, it's clearing up. So that makes things better. So this was my last real college weekend. One moment of silence for the last real weekend. It might even be the last ever since I might just fail out.
Ok well I took a moment for the weekend, and I realized that it was an interesting weekend. It was relaxing and laid back. Some might look at it as pathetic, but I see it as invigorating... This was the overview:

Friday: Chipolte and Starbucks, best combo ever. Then we just came back and hung out, it was me, Chris, Lauren, Andy, and Ash for a bit. THEN... (hour later) bed time. What a night let me tell ya. But it was what I needed, because if we really wan ted to go out we would have. If there's a will there's a way.

Ach, nevermind. My weekend was too uneventful to give an overview.
But it was good, just not extremely out of control. And that's exactly how I wanted it. Saturday night was fun, I got my Katie time that is going to be taken away from me pretty soon here. I need as much Katie and Jen time as possible before they are gone. Because three months is a freaking long time.

Took down the good old picts today. So sad. Our room is beginning to look like a real dorm room. How depressing. It is going to be hard to take everything down, it going to look bleak. Just like my life. O no.

Well I have so much homework that I will be doing it all night if I don't start now. And my hands feel flopy. If that's how you spell it. They have no energy, like when you have swam or ran a lot without eating for days and you have only had one sip of water and you have slept not a wink, and your foot is cramping and someone just hit you in the face, or maybe stepped on it. With an Ugg boot, so they left the imprint that says "UGG" and underneath "Australia". That is how they feel.

Ok well I really have to do homework and I am feeling extremely uncreative today and I have to write eight poems. EIGHT. You have to be feeling semi-creative to write that amount of poems. I mean you can wing it if you have to write two and you have no creative spark whatsoever (like I do now), but not eight.

I like how I keep writing about how I have to do homework... three paragraphs later... And I am still here. I just don't want to do it. Two more weeks, I can do it. Until then, it going to be hell. I am already starting to get hot as I near the fire of DOOM. Rambling I know. I am so out of it I feel like I am on drugs. Ok ok. Bye.